Rest of weekend, Sur La Table, Caveman game
So, Sunday was a lot of fun. We didn't do much of anything until we went to gaming (except for baking a whole chicken and making mashed potatoes and steaming some green beans, all of which turned out marvelously). Because our GM's are out of ideas (or their ideas won't handle a group of 10 people), we found ourself with nothing planned, nothing to do. So Biechler went home and grabbed some games, like Diplomacy and Star Munchkin, and also this game about Cavemen. (He couldn't actually find the game itself, but most of it was online and he printed it out, and between that and his memory, we were able to figure out what to do.)
The Caveman game turned out to be one of the most fun things we've played in ages. Everyone picks a sex, a name, and an occupation, and writes it down. You have markers to represent stored food, and a different color marker for grain (which lasts longer). Then you roll 6-sided dice to determine whatever you need to determine. The object of the game was to have the most surviving offspring.
There were eight people, so we had eight males and eight females. I was Cavewoman Grib, a gatherer. Nyte was Boga, a craftswoman (craftspeople can make baskets and spears). We had more gatherers and one other craftsman, and then some male hunters. The game goes in seasons, hot and cold, two per year. There's a chart for pregnancy and nursing, and you have other markers to keep track of your children as they progress. Everything else is negotiation. Need food? You'd better offer something to someone. Want a basket to increase your chances of gathering enough to last you through next season? Better barter with the craftsman. Sometimes the bartering involved food, sometimes favors, sometimes rather indecent proposals. Our home burnt up and we migrated from the plains to the marshes, which turned out to be a good move (every season you roll "chance" dice and look at a chart to see what happens, like food spoilage or hyena attacks on the children, or fires or good/bad weather, or if you wander along and find a spearhead). Biechler won with five kids; most of us had three kids at least, many four. I had four surviving and one on the way, three of which were Biechler's. We were quite the little extended family, which caused problems for the guys; even in the Stone Age, child support is a bitch. Heheheheheheheh.
Colin called while we were playing because Mom told him I had "news," but wouldn't tell him what it was. Considering my cousin delivered that day, it was no surprise that he thought I might be pregnant. In the game, I was the only cavewoman who hadn't conceived yet, when several of the other fertile-Myrtles (Nyte and Sullivan) had two kids already, so it hit a funny bone and I laughed way more than I should have, and he was confused.
We stayed until 12:30 without realizing it, we were having so much fun. So Monday was just joyful. At least I got to show off my ring. *squinchyface* And babble and blather on.
Monday I got home and knitted and watched BBC America, and got to bed after 11. Bad me. Dinner was tasty flounder, green beans and rice, but the tilapia still wins.
Tuesday I went to the doc's and got a bunch of medications prescribed, and then headed over to Easton to meet up with Nyte. He was doing some work there, and I knitted while I waited for him in the car, and then we went to The Diamond Cellar to drop off my ring for re-sizing and polishing and stuff. It's not as expensive as I feared, but then it only needed to go up two sizes and it's only 14k gold, so that's not bad. It'll be at least a week, perhaps 10 days before I get it back.
And then Nyte and I went to Sur La Table. It was next-door to The Diamond Cellar. And it was full of glorious, glorious kitchenware. Everything you could ever want (except a cheap teapot). I got a terracotta disk to put in my brown sugar jar (to keep the sugar from hardening), a plain white cream pitcher and sugar bowl, as well as a little ladle for the sugar, and a 44-oz. red teapot. Nyte got a steel and wood pizza peel. I don't know where we'll put it, but it'll do nicely with our baking stones. There was much more there that I wanted, including perhaps every cookie cutter ever invented (including wooden rolling pins with carved patterns in them!), as well as silicone everything and cast-iron and Le Creuset pans. Heck, they even had frilly aprons (but not frilly enough).
Then we hemmed and hawed around for something to eat, ending up at PF Chang's. Good food was had (and leftovers were had for lunch today). We almost went to the bookstore, but decided to wait until Nyte's loans go through (at least), today or tomorrow. We hope.
So, yeah. Today I have to stay late to make up for yesterday's appointment, and I don't want to. If I stay an hour, then I THINK I only have to make up half an hour tomorrow. I think.
Right now I have to go get drawings, blah. I've been alphabetizing and filing all day, and am bored, bored, bored. But it has to get done, so I haven't been online much.
*le sigh*
The Caveman game turned out to be one of the most fun things we've played in ages. Everyone picks a sex, a name, and an occupation, and writes it down. You have markers to represent stored food, and a different color marker for grain (which lasts longer). Then you roll 6-sided dice to determine whatever you need to determine. The object of the game was to have the most surviving offspring.
There were eight people, so we had eight males and eight females. I was Cavewoman Grib, a gatherer. Nyte was Boga, a craftswoman (craftspeople can make baskets and spears). We had more gatherers and one other craftsman, and then some male hunters. The game goes in seasons, hot and cold, two per year. There's a chart for pregnancy and nursing, and you have other markers to keep track of your children as they progress. Everything else is negotiation. Need food? You'd better offer something to someone. Want a basket to increase your chances of gathering enough to last you through next season? Better barter with the craftsman. Sometimes the bartering involved food, sometimes favors, sometimes rather indecent proposals. Our home burnt up and we migrated from the plains to the marshes, which turned out to be a good move (every season you roll "chance" dice and look at a chart to see what happens, like food spoilage or hyena attacks on the children, or fires or good/bad weather, or if you wander along and find a spearhead). Biechler won with five kids; most of us had three kids at least, many four. I had four surviving and one on the way, three of which were Biechler's. We were quite the little extended family, which caused problems for the guys; even in the Stone Age, child support is a bitch. Heheheheheheheh.
Colin called while we were playing because Mom told him I had "news," but wouldn't tell him what it was. Considering my cousin delivered that day, it was no surprise that he thought I might be pregnant. In the game, I was the only cavewoman who hadn't conceived yet, when several of the other fertile-Myrtles (Nyte and Sullivan) had two kids already, so it hit a funny bone and I laughed way more than I should have, and he was confused.
We stayed until 12:30 without realizing it, we were having so much fun. So Monday was just joyful. At least I got to show off my ring. *squinchyface* And babble and blather on.
Monday I got home and knitted and watched BBC America, and got to bed after 11. Bad me. Dinner was tasty flounder, green beans and rice, but the tilapia still wins.
Tuesday I went to the doc's and got a bunch of medications prescribed, and then headed over to Easton to meet up with Nyte. He was doing some work there, and I knitted while I waited for him in the car, and then we went to The Diamond Cellar to drop off my ring for re-sizing and polishing and stuff. It's not as expensive as I feared, but then it only needed to go up two sizes and it's only 14k gold, so that's not bad. It'll be at least a week, perhaps 10 days before I get it back.
And then Nyte and I went to Sur La Table. It was next-door to The Diamond Cellar. And it was full of glorious, glorious kitchenware. Everything you could ever want (except a cheap teapot). I got a terracotta disk to put in my brown sugar jar (to keep the sugar from hardening), a plain white cream pitcher and sugar bowl, as well as a little ladle for the sugar, and a 44-oz. red teapot. Nyte got a steel and wood pizza peel. I don't know where we'll put it, but it'll do nicely with our baking stones. There was much more there that I wanted, including perhaps every cookie cutter ever invented (including wooden rolling pins with carved patterns in them!), as well as silicone everything and cast-iron and Le Creuset pans. Heck, they even had frilly aprons (but not frilly enough).
Then we hemmed and hawed around for something to eat, ending up at PF Chang's. Good food was had (and leftovers were had for lunch today). We almost went to the bookstore, but decided to wait until Nyte's loans go through (at least), today or tomorrow. We hope.
So, yeah. Today I have to stay late to make up for yesterday's appointment, and I don't want to. If I stay an hour, then I THINK I only have to make up half an hour tomorrow. I think.
Right now I have to go get drawings, blah. I've been alphabetizing and filing all day, and am bored, bored, bored. But it has to get done, so I haven't been online much.
*le sigh*